Tonite I was sitting in the bath and the funniest thing happened. I was thinking about love…and Pilobolus Dance Company…and feeling the water pour from the spout and burn my feet (I must feel it) and floating, being supported continuously more as the water filled up around me, thinking about how much I have to learn from you about flow. And I came to, so to speak, just as the water level bulged over the top of the white tub. I did not move – I became less than movement. So I absorbed the movement from the water and I watched it become horizontally empowered. Like Syrah in my favorite wine glass on a nite when price didn’t matter, when I poured another just to study the color, breathe in the smell, allow it to breathe. My head was spinning and it could’ve been the steam and it could’ve certainly been something else as well.

As for Pilobolus, the name of the dance company is a rapidly spreading fungus. As for love, it may just be the challenge to see how good it can be. To know a feel a understand another so well that you can anticipate their needs and celebrate that connection by surprising them with more than what they didn’t even know how to ask for.

Love cannot be imagined without placing limitations on it, thereby shortchanging nature’s potential. It is imperative to assume you know nothing about love.

So I asked myself how good can it be? And I must have blacked out then because the next thing I remember is sitting in this chair typing passionately about steam and fungus. ‘Find out’ spelled the Ouija board (did she really play alone?). ‘Find out how very little you know about anything and in that, how all is possible.’

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